mark ty-wharton

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I recently signed up to John Assaraf’s newsletter, after buying his excellent book, The Answer.

I particularly like Law Of Attraction material with a tangeable scientific base and John certainly knows his subject.

On his FaceBook feed John introduced us to his colleague Mike Koenigs, co-founder of TrafficGeyser.

While I find it hard to read facial expressions in a social setting, I like to freeze frame the videos of people who are selling to me from time to time and study their faces.

I am a great believer in micro-expressions. Micro-expressions give away what a person is really like / thinking.

Try it on Joe Vitale for example.

Run one of his sales videos for a bit, then randomly pause it and see what you get. In an all digital world, it is very easy to do. And in the split second of a frozen frame a person will often reveal to you what they are thinking in a micro-expression.

What do YOU get from Joe Vitale?

As a disclaimer, remember depending on who trained them, a GOOD presenter is often taught to present to a single person they hold in their imagination, so what you get, may not be aimed at you personally!

Another author from The Secret, has a micro expression that involves sticking out his tongue in a yah boo sucks “that showed you” manner.

Maybe the person is driven to prove to someone from their past they could make it. Hopefully it is not aimed at us…

Onto the competition.

I was watching the Mike Koenigs video presentation, when my son interrupted me for a glass of milk.

So what do you think he is trying to say!

Comment below…

Best comment gets a free paperback copy of The Logic Of Attraction,

See you on the other side of the looking glass,

mark ty-wharton, creative thinker | innovator | visionary

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I have had the ghost of Simon Le Bon’s opinion living with me all day.
Simon was a great believer in the idea that the early success of Duran Duran was born out of a hunger for fame and fortune.
And that subsequent or later albums were the more complacent ramblings of accomplished musicians.
So here I am, writing.

And here I am wondering if writing alone will pay the bills.
Do I care?
Not really, it’s not why I am doing it.
Remember, I am a bohemian with Aspergers who does nothing but get high on chocolate and have revelations about consciousness.

Am I hungry?
Not really, I just ate a bar of chocolate.
And so did my lovely partner, who just happens to have a city job.

So, I am a well fed (almost?) middle aged complacent rambler who is at liberty to get high on chocolate and sit around meditating.
One of life’s great thinkers, only unlike some of life’s philosophers, not suffering extreme hardship.
The only hardship I suffered this week was when the broadband went off for an hour.
I recognised that I have always and will always survive on handouts.

I am a cash cow waiting to happen!
I can simply wake up one day, have worse tics and get dialectically disoriented and Gina can shout “carer’s allowance”.
Moments later, crisp government forms with lithographic ink and boxes to cross, tick and sign will litter the threshold of our home.
And within moments my autism status will go from green to red.
And with an “avast me hearties” I’ll poke out the local Bobby’s eye with my Autism Alert card!

But what’s this?
Life is looking up…
Inspiration is at hand!

The cat has just knocked my Chinese hair restoring tonic down the stairs and it has spilled out all over the floor.
The carpet is probably going to be like bull rushes come morning.
Hope I don’t find any wicker baskets bearing babies among them, it’s hard enough dealing with one of the little buggers!

And at £50 a bottle, do I care?
I’ll always have money, so what does it mean?
Perhaps I should end by making a stupid joke about wolves?
Nope, I’ll leave it.

See you on the other side of the looking glass,

blog.aspergineering.com

How do you tell when someone is lying?
And why do humans have a consistent need to lie to one another?
I allowed someone to lie to me yesterday and nodded my head politely just to see how far he would take it.

This person on the surface, is a very genuine looking and sounding bloke.
His eye contact is great and I only spotted one tell tale eye flutter, which may actually have been confusion over my refusing to engage with him over an electrical cable which we both know is potentially lethal.
Who am I talking about?
The builder!

If you have been following me on Twitter, you will know we just had some minor alterations carried out to the house we moved to.
Because of the builder’s continued promises and apologies, we have made decisions based on the information he has given us, which have literally turned our lives upside down.
Something about this person had me trust him. A part of me always believed what he said and I am still giving him benefit of doubt.
He actually does all the right things to appear trustworthy.
Perhaps at the moment he says it, he actually believes it himself?

I knew he was leaving yesterday never to return, when I made him a cup of tea in a mug with his business logo on it.
After loading all his tools onto his van (to get them out my way) and being reassured he was only loading the things he didn’t need for our job, he made motions to start work.
There was an atmosphere of adrenalin. I could almost feel the panic in the air.
He was making all the right noises, explaining how he would move the furniture around to do the floors and that the replacement bath was at the suppliers.
But he had arrived with a fifteen year old lad and not the Corgi registered plumber he had promised to bring with him, something was clearly wrong.
I sensed he needed to be somewhere else in a hurry.
He seemed late for another engagement and the circular saw seemed to be an important part of it.

He was taking great care to explain everything in way too much detail.
The game became such that he thought I didn’t know what he was doing – while I played along with him.
Why?
Because I think the relationship has passed the point where any genuine communication can take place.
Because I don’t think he is capable of finishing the work.
Because the fastest way to get my life back on track was to let him show his true colours.

I rather hoped he would step up to the mark and have a real conversation with me, arrive at a solution.
He decided to take the money and run.
He explained in rediculous detail that the roller he was about to paint my partner’s office with needed to be replaced and he was just popping out to buy another one.
He promised to return within an hour.
As he reversed down the drive, I looked for the mugs.
They were gone.

Given that we have paid nearly all the monies due for the work, what am I attracting?
Have I been mugged? Or taken for a mug?
You tell me!

See you on the other side of the looking glass,